"Ever seen one?" Kevin Clark asked.
"I've seen the tattoo." Daisy Zane said, "However, the chances of him revealing anything are slim."
Kevin Clark lightly raised his eyebrows. Once it was clear who was more valuable and who knew more, it was time for him to step in.
Daisy Zane stood outside the one-way glass, watching that man, she idly twisted her fingertip.
Kevin Clark went to the interrogation room, walked directly in front of the man, leaning on the table in front of him, looking down at him.
"I know, you don't fear death, you have no attachments." Kevin Clark cut straight to the chase, "Even during your training, you underwent all sorts of drug resistance exercises. So we can't really do anything with you."
"If you know that, then don't waste your breath."
"But there is something your body can't resist." A hint of contempt laced Kevin Clark's eyes, "Honestly, I've trained a batch of assassins before, any one of them would whip you."
